It would make the job a tad bit easier without making it too easy that it wasnt fun anymore. He peeled the white shirt off, his white tank top exposin... the tattoos that her eyes had never seen before. His left arm and shoulder were covered with tribal designs down just past his elbow. His rolled up sleeves had come just below the bottom of the body art. If one looked closely they would see that the designs formed a dragon made from the curves and twists of the tribal pattern. His right arm. I was looking about 5 minutes when this sex voice said."Sorry but you can't say that shit in a public store" (I felt a hand between my legs and went with it)" Yeah I wasn't thinking Just came from Manila and it's all very open, I'm just Horny not stupid. But I have a great hotel on the beech in just looking for some company for a day"She asked "If you can prove your not a Cop, then we can talk."I figured out she was not a cop because she had my zipper down and was rubbing my underwear giving me. I wanted to do so much more than look at her. I wanted to touch her, play with her. I wanted to drink from her fountain, savour her flavour, and take her with me to the brink, showing her how much she meant to me.I put my eye back to the telescope. She was lying on the bed now, legs audaciously wide apart, deliberately playing with her indecent pussy, the angle perfect for my prying eye.It was like she was purposely putting on a show. A show just for me.I smiled to myself. It was almost too. I also stripped down to my boxers, trying to make sure she didnt see my six inch boner. We started to clear up the foam again but it quickly degenerated into playing, again. We stopped for a bit and she turned around while I slipped my dick out of the hole in my boxers. I walked up behind her and started to feel her tits, rubbing my dick up against her half-concealed buttcheeks. She turned around and started to complain but quickly started to kiss me instead, pulling her panties off and pulling.